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run the tix - darling lyrics

(intro: crowd and sample)

(verse 1: henrykilometer)

f_ck the law, they can eat my d_ck, that’s word to pimp
i don’t f_ck with or talk like all these f_ckin’ imps
style violent, give a f_ck if you deny it, kids
you can all run naked backwards through a field of d_cks
f_ck the world, don’t ask me for sh_t, that’s word to b.i.g
i dreamt we owned the world
but i’ve woken up and it don’t exist
soak it in, i need no assist
you can’t slap my wrist, i don’t owe you sh_t
trust me, i’m a doctor doom, oper_
rate of my pulse won’t raise a bit

(verse 2: trstntwinkle )

tip_toe on the track like a ballerina
ski mask, in a pontiac catalina

you can run thе tix or lose your fingers
me and henry got time to k!ll
got folks to k!ll, on overk!ll
he hangin’ out the window, i hold the wheel
one black, one white, we shoot to k!ll
that f_ckboy life about to be repealed
that f_ckboy sh_t about to be repelled
f_ckboy jihad, k!ll infidels
allah akbar, boom, from wink and hen
(verse 3: winklerwinkle)
life is h_ll, death’s a b_tch
and these fubar rulers gettin’ rich
i cop a zip, it opens up
i smoke it up, go home and f_ck
c’est la vie girl, when in rome
i gave the face, please pay with dome
my business card says, “you’re in luck
i do two things, i rap and f_ck
i f_ck and rap, i tote the strap
i smoke the kush, i beat the p_ss
i read the books, did the math
don’t need a preacher preachin’ on my behalf
no teacher can teach my arrogant ass
i’m blowin’ on crippy while readin’ inscriptions
that’s written by egyptians, and sippin’ on whiskey
(verse 5: trstntwinkle)

handle me wrong i’m snappin’
show up at your class, what’s happenin’?
schoolyard bully with a fully automatic
heart full of pain and a head full of havoc
everybody stepped on the kid and i’m lettin’ them have it, havoc
leavin’ they momma to say, “what happened!?”
who gon’ buy my baby a casket? f_ck that b_tch, i’m a b_st_rd (b_st_rd, b_st_rd, b_st_rd.)
(verse 6: henrykilometer)
megablast, i’m mega lit
on highway 6 and i’m not strapped in
i don’t crash, b_tch, i just skid
you got the cash? i’ll make the trip
i make the trip, you better pay
done worse for less, don’t make my day
i’m not from earth, from far away
i bust through chests like baby greys

(verse 7: winklerwinkle)

runnin’ the tix of the game
whippin’ the mix is like chickens of ‘caine
spittin’ the sentence again, parents is livid again
kids is just f_ckin’ insane
pointin’ that pistol and fist for the chain
reppin’ the symbol like they in a gang
delivery dope like a dosage of dope
or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend
(rtt!)

- run the tix

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